The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-07-29


fretzers a visit"
With this pleasant prospect, Doctor
TrifulSas sought his bed and went to
sleep as soundly as ever
Rap. rap, rap!
Three blows from the knocker, struck
with firm hand, have this time added
their rattle to the noise of the storm.
The doctor, startled from his sleep. got
up in a towering passion. On opening
his window the hurricane came in like
a whirlwind.
'Tis for the cracknel-maker" -
What, again that wretch ?"
II am his mother"
May his mother, wife, and daughter
sll die with him."
'Tis a ht"--
"Ay, and tight one, no doubt, chuck
led the doctor.
I'VE have q little money" said the
old woman, IAN installment on the
house sold to Dantrup, the drayman, of
Mess 2gGere Street. If you don't come,
my grand daughter will be without a
father. nv daughter without husband
and myself without son!"
It was heartrending and horrible to
hear the old bags voice, and to think
that the wind froze the blood in her veins,
and drenched the very bones under her
skin.
"A fit, say you? The fee two hun
dred fretzers," rejoined the heartless
leech.
1--WE have but one hundred and
twenty"
Good night, thenl" And once more
the window was closed.
On second thoughts, however, he
came to the conclusion that, for an hours
trot and half an hours sttendance, one
hundred and twenty f-etzess made sixty
fretEers an hour-One fretzer a minute
It was small profit at best. but not quite
to be despised.
So, instead OF getting into bed, the
doctor slipped himself into his velvet
suit, hurried down stairs in a pair of
thick water proof boots, muffied him
self up in a large overcoat, put on his
gloves and sou'wester, and, leaving the
lamp lighted on the table near his Codex
opened at page 1877, pushed open the
door of the Six-Four, and appeared on
the threshold.
The old crone was there, leaning on q
stick, her frame emaciated by eighty
years of misery,
"The money" said he,
Here; and may God return il hun
dred fold!"
"God?-the money of God2 Has any
one seen its color?"
The doctor whistled Hurzof, put q
small lantern in the dogs mouth, and
bent his steps toward the sea- The old
hag trudged on behind:
Good heavens, what weather. The
bells of Saint Philflene sway to and
fro under the headIong fury of the
storm, an ominous portsnt, as we know.
But Doctor Trifulgus eschews all su-
perstitious notions, The fact is, he
believes in nothing at all, not even his
own science except for what il brings
him in. What weather, TO be sure, and
what a road Nothing but shingle and
Stag the shingie slippery like sea weed
and the Stag crisp as clinker. And no
other light to see by than tremulous
flicker from Hurzof's lantern. At times
strange fantastic fg.res seemed TO
toss in the flames tha:: swell from the
mouth of the Vangler There Is really
no telling what lies at the bottom of
those inscrutable craters. Perhaps the
s::is & s y a.: =: :.
on reaching our atmosphere.
The doctor and the old hag followed
the line Of coast that runs in and out Of
the small bays along the shore. The
sen is of livid whiteness, and sparkles
as its billows hurtle the phosphores-
cent fringe of surf that seems to pour
wave on wave of glow-worms upon tho
beach.
Thus both rush on till they reach a
bend In the road between two swelling
downs. where the broom and sea-rushes
clash their blades together, like so
many bayonets
The dog has drawn nearer to his mas
Ger, and seems to say:
well, what think you? A hundred
and twenty fretzsrs to place under lock
and key In the eafeI That's the way to
build up fortunel sTis another piece
Of ground added TO the vine enciosurei
Another dish added to the evening
meal Another bowl Of food for faith.
full Hurzofl Nothing like attending
rich patients and loosening their purse.
strings
At this point the old woman stopped.
She directed finger, which shook like
age, toward a red light some way OF In
the gloom the house of Wort Kartif,
the cracknel-maker.
There IaconicaIiy put IN the doc
tor.
Yes, xespor led the creme.
Just then the VangIor, vibrating to
its foundations with noise like thun-
der, threw up mass of fuligncUs
Aeme, that mounted TO the zenith and